The New Mikaelsons

9. School

Nikol's POV
Stefan, Henrik and I walked to out first class, which we all had together. It was called Defense and Hunting whatever that ment.

The room had crossbows, wooden stakes, vervain, and other items that were harmful if not lethal to vampires, werewolves, and witches. Rather than having individual desks, the room at long wooden tables that sat about three people at each. Stefan, Henrik, and I sat the table in the back right corner of the room. I sat in the middle of the two boys.

I leaned over to Stefan and whispered, "What exactly is this class?"

Copying my action, he whispered, "Its kinda like a self defense class against vampires. The teachers an ex-Hunter, who happens to be my Uncle."

I cringed, knowing that the only living uncle he had left was the one who drove a stake through my dad's heart, "Well, this is going to me interesting."

"Your telling me," he smirked, before leaning back in his seat.

Just then, a man walked, older probably in his late thirties, muscular, and had brown hair and eyes. He walked straight over to the chalk board and wrote in big all uppercase letter, Mr. Gilbert. I turned to Henrik who was sitting up very alert and rolled my eyes, as to say 'calm down its no big deal'.

"Hello class, today we have two new students. Welcome," he looked down at a paper on his desk. "Nikol and Henrik," he paused, small sweat droplets began to form on his forehead.

I cleared my throat, "Mikaelson," I finished his sentence. He looked up slightly dazed, but his eyes focused and I could see the fear in his eyes, once he realized I was sitting next to his only nephew. He didn't speak he just blankly stared at the two of us for a couple minutes.

"Yoo-hoo Uncle Jeremy," Stefan whistled and waved his hand in the air. "Earth to Mr. Gilbert, Hello!"

Jeremy shook his head and cleared his throat, "sorry, I just zoned out for minute. Anyways, as I was saying we have two new students, Nikol and Henrik," he gulped. "Mikaelson."

"Mikaelson, like the original family of vampires, Mikaelson?" I girl asked, from the other side of the classroom.

"Precisely," Henrik spoke.

The boy sitting next to her scoffed, "are you sure? Because last I checked vampires can't procreate." He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair crossing his arms.

"Alex, lay off." Stefan growled, sending a death glare to the boy who just spoke

"Oh look at that, Stefan's got a thing for the new girl," Alex snickered.

"Morgan, you should really keep your boyfriend on a leash." Stefan snapped back, referring to the girl who spoke the first time, seated next to Alex.

"Really, a wolf joke? Real original." Morgan scoffed.

"Actually, the only original thing in here is me and my brother." I smirked, then all eyes in the room flashed back over to me.

"You should be more loyal to your family, Stefan. After all, didn't Mr. Gilbert kill an original," Alex smirked and looked back over at Jeremy.

"Yikes, that's embarrassing," I sucked air in through my teeth. "Hate to brake it to you, but he's not dead anymore."

Terror washed over Jeremy's body, he began to stutter before taking a deep breath and uttering, "What do you mean?"

Henrik sighed, "he was resurrected."

"How? No one is that powerful." Jeremy stated taking to fingers, tapping his desk with them as he spoke.